Chapter 6 #2
“Impressed yet?” Kane asks, eyeing his opponent, who’s quickly growing smaller in the rearview mirror. He snaps the paddle, and the Chiron slams into the next gear.
“You’re still a prick,” I reply, my heart pounding in my throat as we race across the finish line to the deafening roar of cheering crowds.
This isn’t good. My brother lost all that money…
money we desperately need to pay the bills.
Another wad of cash we can’t afford to lose.
God, it infuriates me how reckless he is sometimes…
how he seems unable to think about anything other than quick fixes, as if a race would stroke more than his wounded ego.
He’s too much like our dad that way, always taking risks and asking for forgiveness later.
“Oh my god.” I drag my hands down my face. Chris… There’s no way news about my being there tonight won’t get back to him.
“What’s wrong?” Kane asks, though he doesn’t sound very concerned.
“My brother is gonna find out I was in the car with you tonight.”
I don’t want to be so dramatic as to say that my whole life is ruined. However, in hindsight, I should have stayed the fuck home. Lesson learned, or whatever. If this gets back to Chris, the people at college, or anyone in the Falls for that matter, I’ll be in deep shit.
I’m in the Kane Ravencourt’s car right now.
Shit.
“No one is going to find out,” he says after a while, his voice low and tense.
I lower my hands to look at him. The dashboard provides the only light in the car for now. Kane keeps his focus on the road.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll take care of it,” comes his cryptic answer.
“You’ll take care of it? How? What the hell does that mean, Kane?”
“Would it be so bad?” he asks, ignoring my question.
My lips purse in confusion. This guy gives me whiplash. “Would what be so bad?”
“If your brother found out you’re in the car with me?”
A disbelieving laugh spills from my lips just as he turns his head to look at me.
“Are you serious?” I ask.
He’s joking, right? Of course, it would be bad. Everyone knows not to socialize outside of our tax bracket.
“You just beat him in the race,” I point out, as if that’s not bad enough. “He’ll kill you if he finds out I was with you tonight.”
There’s that smug little smirk again, gracing his lips as he slowly turns his attention back to the road. I’m about to say something, but the words die on my tongue when I look out the windshield, only to realize we’re not at the racing circuit anymore.
Gone are the noisy crowds and the revving engines… the neon lights spilling out from beneath vehicles. Gone are the sports cars burning doughnuts into the asphalt in a cloud of smoke while spectators, with too much money to burn, bet on the next race.
The dark night stretches out before us, with the blacktop shining under silvery moonlight.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Away from there.” Kane’s deep voice slithers across the small space between us, a caress that trails up the inside of my thigh all the way to the hem of my skirt.
It teases along the edge, like a soft breath before slipping underneath, making me gasp as a spark of pleasure tightens like a band around my stomach.
Kane, unaware of the effect he has on me, continues, “You said it yourself, your brother can’t afford to lose money, so let’s get out of here.”
Confusion knits my brows. Is he aware that his words are a direct contradiction to what he said earlier, when he told me my brother had to beat him?
“Why?” I ask as I shift my body slightly in his direction, intrigued despite myself.
“Racing isn’t about money for me.” Kane puts his hand on my thigh and trails it higher, dragging his fingers over my skin. “Sometimes the prize isn’t cash. Sometimes it’s something more special. Something priceless.”
My breath catches as he dips his hand between my legs and squeezes my mound. The touch surprises me so much that a soft moan escapes before I can stop it.
Kane massages my clit with the heel of his palm. “You stole an orgasm from me. It’s time you give it back, little thief.”
With terrifying control, he continues driving us to our destination while rubbing me into a frenzy with his free hand. Every movement is slow and precise… and applied with just enough pressure to build me up but not push me over the edge.
Why am I allowing this? It’s crazy, that’s what it is.
“Kane,” I moan, and my legs fall open to accommodate his big hand. I need more. So much more. I don’t want to admit that I am, in fact, two seconds away from orgasming in Kane Ravencourt’s car.
How many women have lost their virginity in here? How many women have opened their legs and sacrificed their dignity to this prick in the hopes of catching the attention of one of the most powerful men in town, one of the future leaders, only to be cast aside the next day like yesterday’s trash?
I don’t want that to be me, but I also invited this mess when I threatened him with a gun and jerked his cock, all because of sexual desires I’ve never told anyone about before.
Some unusual kink I don’t fully understand.
Maybe he’ll leave me alone after this, like his other conquests, once he realizes the prize isn’t as shiny as he first thought… Then we can both move on with our lives.
We pull down a forgotten country road, and the car bumps over uneven ground. Wispy branches of overgrown trees slap the windows like they’re trying to grab for us, while imaginary twisted fingers with broken nails scrape along the glass.
The car comes to a sudden stop, jerking us forward. The seatbelt bands around my chest to protect me from injury, but it also traps me against the seat.
Kane rips my panties off in a swift move and shoves them into his back pocket.
“You have a pretty pussy,” he says near my ear, and he plunges two of his thick, devilish fingers inside me, pumping viciously in and out before I have a chance to adjust.
I cry out as the sudden intrusion burns through my tight walls. It’s been a long time since anyone fingered me, and the feeling is so much more overwhelming than I remember.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Jessica?” he asks, mirroring the words I spoke to him the time I made him come.
“Does it matter? You seem pretty desperate.”
If he’s going to throw my words at me, I’ll throw his right back at him.
“No.” His voice is low, rushing down my neck with his next breath, his fingers slick with my arousal.
“It doesn’t. Even if you had a doting boyfriend waiting for you back home, I’d still pump this tight cunt until you explode on my fingers.
And you’d love every second of it, just like you are now, maybe even more because you know that no other man, especially some vanilla boyfriend, could make your pussy weep like this. ”
It’s impossible to focus on his filthy words when his skilled fingers massage my tightening walls with each swift thrust that draws moans and fractured whimpers from my chest. Like the clown from that famous horror book, who coaxed victims down sewage drains with red balloons.
The initial sting soon gives way to throbbing pleasure, and my back arches while he rubs my swollen clit with his thumb. Kane brings me right to the edge… to the split second before the wave is about to crash into the cliff face. But the euphoria never comes.
He slips his soaked fingers out and eases back, unbothered by the slick trail on his pants where his glistening hand rests.
Harsh breaths rush from my chest. What the hell was that? I’m lightheaded, and my body trembles as I slowly come to my senses. Kane waits me out but makes no move to touch me again.
“Why did you stop?” I ask breathlessly.
“This isn’t your kink.”
What is he talking about now? My kink?
My heavy eyelids threaten to fall shut. I try to focus on his face and the subtle twitch in his jaw, but the throbbing between my legs is slowly turning into an ache, a need unlike any I’ve felt, one only he can fix.
Reaching out, he cradles my chin, deceptively gentle, and says, “Fingering your sweet cunt is what a lesser man would do because he’s too shortsighted to see the real prize.
But me? Nothing less than complete ruination will suffice.
You owe me an orgasm, little thief, but more than that, you owe me your complete destruction. ”
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but he exits the car before a single word can form on my lips. Moments later, the passenger door opens, and he unclips my seatbelt, swings me around so my ass is at the edge of the seat, and settles on his knees between my legs.
With unmatched hunger and savagery, he peppers my thigh with stinging bites, making me shake, before repeating the process on my other leg.
By the time he peers up at me from between my thighs, I’m almost hyperventilating and ready to combust. It has started to rain, and it smatters on the roof like darts.
The sudden downpour soaks through Kane’s clothes in seconds, but if anything, it stokes my arousal to see the way his see-through shirt clings to his bulging muscles when he shifts.
A prowling lion carefully stalking its prey.
“Do you want me to taste you, Jessica?” He opens the glove compartment and pulls out a gun, which he uses to trace my parted lips. “Do you want me to eat you out until you come so hard that every time another man touches you, it’s me you think of?”
The weapon trails lower, down the curve of my chin, the length of my throat, and in between my heaving breasts. I’m trembling with nerves. “Do you want that, little thief?” he asks again, quietly this time, as the gun drags the fabric across my stomach.
“Yes,” I whisper shakily. I want that more than anything.
This throbbing desire I feel now is clouding my senses.
Kane is from the Heights, for fuck’s sake.
He’s a privileged asshole who has never struggled a day in his life, a man who doesn’t care who he tramples to get what he wants… and for some weird reason, he wants me.
Eyes on my face, he hums softly while skirting my mound with the gun. He trails it down the inside of my thigh, over the trail of bitemarks, before reaching back to insert the weapon into the waistband of his jeans.
Confused, I push up onto my elbows as Kane stands up and looks me over, spread out like a feast, as if he’s trying to burn the image into his memory.
Suddenly self-conscious, I resist the urge to shut my legs.
I refuse to show weakness in front of him…
and I won’t apologize for my sexual desires, even if he’s the last person I should involve myself with.
“Get out,” he says.
What? Why?
Reaching in, he grabs my arm and hauls me into the rain. I stumble in my heels, and he spins me around to face the forest.
“Here’s how we’ll do this. I’ll give you a head start, and I want you to find somewhere to hide… a burrow, if you will, like a good little rabbit.”
He slowly sweeps my hair away from my shoulder and leans in to skim his warm lips against the shell of my ear. “And you better pray I don’t find you, or things won’t end so well for you, little thief.”